[ Well, that puts a damper on things. Lan Wangji had at least asked Sizhui at the time - though he doesn't remember, now - for permission to marry Wei Ying. Okay, and that was after he proposed. But he did ask! He would have liked to meet Zhuque's family to work out all the kinks in becoming one family. Perhaps they would have refused - it was so difficult to know, as they've never met. But he supposes that they could at least start with meeting Zhuque. Again. Properly, this time. ]
Mn.
[ And he makes Sizhui happy, and he's promised to protect him with his life, whatever that means. He doesn't know how strong Zhuque is, but it's not like anyone can promise more than their life. ]
My son.
You have never given me reason to doubt your judgment.
[ And so, for now, he will trust Sizhui. Well, as far as he can trust anyone in his immediate family, himself included, in affairs of the heart. It turns out that both he and his brother eventually landed themselves with good partners, but between the questionable time the cultivation world feared the Yiling Laozu, and Jin Guangyao's entire existence, people did not think the Twin Jades were in a good position.
He is hoping Zhuque is not a mistake, because if there's anything to be said about how very strongly and seriously a Lan treats love, there's also very much to be said about how a Lan treats heartbreak. And so, he already makes a wish that he can, someday, accept this Son-in-Law. ]
[Ever skilled at jumping to conclusions, Wei Wuxian doesn't follow up with any questions to clarify just how intimate A-Yuan's relationship has become. Just because his memories of the boy are just that, a boy, doesn't mean Lan Zhan hasn't raised him into a perfect gentleman and role model for his other sect members, more importantly, he's grown enough to make these sort of decisions, wherever they might lead.
He glances to Lan Zhan, smile grown a bit more wistful and he squeezes his husband's hand once more. They'd struggled so hard to carve out a bit of happiness, deserved or not, that their child could come upon it readily, could experience his own, how could they cause him trouble? Aside from the expected bit of ribbing from time to time, of course.]
Right, then it's decided. Next time we'll get to tease him as well. I hope he's prepared.
[His smile grows once more, eager to put aside the more serious discussion and lighten the mood.]
Questions can wait, why aren't we celebrating? The only question I have is which father A-Yuan takes after when he's had a few drinks, hm?
[see, he'd had a feeling there would be disappointment toward zhuque not having family here; much as he wishes it were possible to meet them, sizhui has simply decided they will have to be his family instead. (or hopefully, anyway? he's still unaware that zhuque's even met lan wangji, will eventually meet wei wuxian in the future... and all before they've even had a chance to have dinner!) nevertheless, while he knows he's going out on a limb, he's also well-aware he isn't wrong putting his trust in zhuque throughout this whole ordeal, too.
‘my son,’ is what already has tears pricking the corners of his eyes, yet everything else following it – even wei wuxian's teasing – finally causes rivulets to begin streaming down his cheeks.
taking into account words have momentarily failed him, lan sizhui draws his arms up, stretches them across the table and clasps both hands over his fathers'. he sniffles softly, head inclined as he attempts regathering himself enough to say,] Thank you, [his gaze upturns again afterward, the faintest smile curving his mouth at the edges once he withdraws.] For believing in me, for giving him a chance.
[since, given the somewhat seriousness of the situation, it could've gone far worse— but both his guardians trust him enough to know what he's doing. now, it's just trusting himself as much as everyone else does.]
He is. [or sizhui will make sure he is to the best of his ability; it kinda helps zhuque doesn't quite understand embarrassment.] Celebrating? Ah... [he trails off, casts hanguang-jun a contemplative look.] I suppose, if it's okay? But I've no problem admitting now: my alcohol tolerance is much more like Wei-qianbei's.
[ He is slightly shocked to hear this, if only because: since when has Sizhui been drinking? Goodness, if only shufu were here, they'd all be in a load of trouble. Not the least, Lan Wangji hadn't even invited him to his wedding.
Ah, well.
He reaches up with his free hand to wipe away the tears on Sizhui's face, not having intended either of them to make him cry. Maybe they're tears of joy or relief, and there's no embarrassment here, but still. He stands up from his seat, only to round the corner of the table and kneel by Sizhui, enveloping him in the long, white sleeves of his embrace. ]
What other choice is there but to support you?
[ Even if they weren't two fathers and one son, they would still be family. And the only time Hanguang-Jun had ever turned his back on his family was to acquire his son. ]
[Displays of affection are still something he's getting used to, and while earnest declarations and a clasping of hands are proper, Wei Wuxian is glad when even Lan Zhan is able to drop any pretense and embrace little A-Yuan. He's quick to add to the mess, clinging to both of his boys like a limpet, mussing carefully styled hair with blatant disregard.
He's not one to dispense with sage advice, nor is his own love life one to take as example(despite how it has miraculously worked out in the end), so he finds himself short on words.]
We're happy for you.
[His tone is surprisingly honest, which is probably why he feels the urge to hide. Swallowing back his own tears and the growing lump of emotion in his throat, he pats Sizhui's cheek lightly.]
Of course, supporting our family goes without saying.
[when one has friends like lan jingyi and ouyang zizhen, one doesn't easily avoid gentle peer-pressuring here or there, and sometimes, he gives in with a drink or two. which is more than hanguang-jun's limit but definitely less than sizhui's as he's always been very careful to not overdo it in case his other friends are more liberal with their liquor. (please... if he were to show up, they'd immediately have to pray he doesn't qi deviate!)
the tears are from both joy and relief, to be fair, because he sincerely thought this would go far worse than expected, yet he's here holding both his fathers' hands without any weight on his chest now. having lan wangji get up to round the table so he can embrace him is simply an unexpected gesture that makes his throat constrict when heavier tears attempt choking him up.
what other choice is there? they could've said, “no, absolutely not,” or something worse; they could have forbade him from ever seeing zhuque again, which honestly would've been devastating compared to whatever other words they might have. wei wuxian joins the hug and sizhui's arms encircle both his dads (meaning good luck getting away), holding them tight while he attempts blinking away more tears.] I— I'm s-so glad, [comes brokenly through his sniffling, a soft laugh following that when another hand nudges against his cheek, encouraging him to regather himself somewhat better.]
Relieved, too. [obviously.] And I hope you both will like him.
[ Sizhui has always been a clinger, but after training through his childhood in Cloud Recesses, he has a stronger grip. But getting wrapped up in two of his best boys makes him so happy that he can't complain. He doesn't cry because he rarely cries, but he's so happy for Sizhui.
Of course, he deserves love. And he is a Lan - if he says he loves someone, then there would be no stopping him. Shufu might not approve of Wei Ying, but even he wouldn't have stopped Lan Wangji from marrying him. He would have just suffered through the procession.
But Lan Wangji also knows that if Sizhui ever gets his heart broken, Zhuque will get his neck broken, and Wei Ying will reanimate his body so he can break his neck a second time.
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[ Well, that puts a damper on things. Lan Wangji had at least asked Sizhui at the time - though he doesn't remember, now - for permission to marry Wei Ying. Okay, and that was after he proposed. But he did ask! He would have liked to meet Zhuque's family to work out all the kinks in becoming one family. Perhaps they would have refused - it was so difficult to know, as they've never met. But he supposes that they could at least start with meeting Zhuque. Again. Properly, this time. ]
Mn.
[ And he makes Sizhui happy, and he's promised to protect him with his life, whatever that means. He doesn't know how strong Zhuque is, but it's not like anyone can promise more than their life. ]
My son.
You have never given me reason to doubt your judgment.
[ And so, for now, he will trust Sizhui. Well, as far as he can trust anyone in his immediate family, himself included, in affairs of the heart. It turns out that both he and his brother eventually landed themselves with good partners, but between the questionable time the cultivation world feared the Yiling Laozu, and Jin Guangyao's entire existence, people did not think the Twin Jades were in a good position.
He is hoping Zhuque is not a mistake, because if there's anything to be said about how very strongly and seriously a Lan treats love, there's also very much to be said about how a Lan treats heartbreak. And so, he already makes a wish that he can, someday, accept this Son-in-Law. ]
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He glances to Lan Zhan, smile grown a bit more wistful and he squeezes his husband's hand once more. They'd struggled so hard to carve out a bit of happiness, deserved or not, that their child could come upon it readily, could experience his own, how could they cause him trouble? Aside from the expected bit of ribbing from time to time, of course.]
Right, then it's decided. Next time we'll get to tease him as well. I hope he's prepared.
[His smile grows once more, eager to put aside the more serious discussion and lighten the mood.]
Questions can wait, why aren't we celebrating? The only question I have is which father A-Yuan takes after when he's had a few drinks, hm?
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‘my son,’ is what already has tears pricking the corners of his eyes, yet everything else following it – even wei wuxian's teasing – finally causes rivulets to begin streaming down his cheeks.
taking into account words have momentarily failed him, lan sizhui draws his arms up, stretches them across the table and clasps both hands over his fathers'. he sniffles softly, head inclined as he attempts regathering himself enough to say,] Thank you, [his gaze upturns again afterward, the faintest smile curving his mouth at the edges once he withdraws.] For believing in me, for giving him a chance.
[since, given the somewhat seriousness of the situation, it could've gone far worse— but both his guardians trust him enough to know what he's doing. now, it's just trusting himself as much as everyone else does.]
He is. [or sizhui will make sure he is to the best of his ability; it kinda helps zhuque doesn't quite understand embarrassment.] Celebrating? Ah... [he trails off, casts hanguang-jun a contemplative look.] I suppose, if it's okay? But I've no problem admitting now: my alcohol tolerance is much more like Wei-qianbei's.
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Ah, well.
He reaches up with his free hand to wipe away the tears on Sizhui's face, not having intended either of them to make him cry. Maybe they're tears of joy or relief, and there's no embarrassment here, but still. He stands up from his seat, only to round the corner of the table and kneel by Sizhui, enveloping him in the long, white sleeves of his embrace. ]
What other choice is there but to support you?
[ Even if they weren't two fathers and one son, they would still be family. And the only time Hanguang-Jun had ever turned his back on his family was to acquire his son. ]
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He's not one to dispense with sage advice, nor is his own love life one to take as example(despite how it has miraculously worked out in the end), so he finds himself short on words.]
We're happy for you.
[His tone is surprisingly honest, which is probably why he feels the urge to hide. Swallowing back his own tears and the growing lump of emotion in his throat, he pats Sizhui's cheek lightly.]
Of course, supporting our family goes without saying.
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the tears are from both joy and relief, to be fair, because he sincerely thought this would go far worse than expected, yet he's here holding both his fathers' hands without any weight on his chest now. having lan wangji get up to round the table so he can embrace him is simply an unexpected gesture that makes his throat constrict when heavier tears attempt choking him up.
what other choice is there? they could've said, “no, absolutely not,” or something worse; they could have forbade him from ever seeing zhuque again, which honestly would've been devastating compared to whatever other words they might have. wei wuxian joins the hug and sizhui's arms encircle both his dads (meaning good luck getting away), holding them tight while he attempts blinking away more tears.] I— I'm s-so glad, [comes brokenly through his sniffling, a soft laugh following that when another hand nudges against his cheek, encouraging him to regather himself somewhat better.]
Relieved, too. [obviously.] And I hope you both will like him.
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Of course, he deserves love. And he is a Lan - if he says he loves someone, then there would be no stopping him. Shufu might not approve of Wei Ying, but even he wouldn't have stopped Lan Wangji from marrying him. He would have just suffered through the procession.
But Lan Wangji also knows that if Sizhui ever gets his heart broken, Zhuque will get his neck broken, and Wei Ying will reanimate his body so he can break his neck a second time.
So he is not that worried. ]